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Monthly Archives: November 2010
CORRESPONDENCE
With justified trepidation, considering the last time Karen’s editing put me into a despondency only Matt could pull me out of and he’s gone, I started on her second editing. I changed the cover suggestions which have to be negotiated with … Continue reading
Showdown in Waitrose
I was talking to Pat, “There he is. Matt. Matt! Don’t run away. What’s wrong? How do you feel about my getting your feelings that time?” He’d rather I hadn’t. It wasn’t as if I’d had any conscious choice, no … Continue reading
Armistice day
Sniffer borrowed 25p to get to Dorking. I was finishing up when Matt came in, giving me a nice feeling. I asked why he hadn’t wanted to face me. He didn’t know, and, smiling at himself, added, “I ran away.” … Continue reading
Writers’ Group, November
John Elliott luckily mucked up the length of his contribution so Jacqui’s reading of it was short. It was the death of a mother in hospital who under the influence of morphine does a pastiche Joycean soliloquy but unrelated to … Continue reading
Tuned in
I was clear what to do: tell him I’d decided against him on his decision against me. He was there but there was no seat beside for me to take. The choice was one opposite, behind his back, where he … Continue reading
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Denouement
I’d worked out he’d made a decision against me, irrespective of whether he had said, ‘we’re not kissing,’ at the time I was being submissive or not, because with his subsequent ‘hug’ for his having taken me in his arms, … Continue reading
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Possessed
On some disturbance distracting him, Matt turned to me, “Oh it was you!” when it was not: “What was me!” He explained he was leaving to see his mother. “I want to talk to you,” I followed him out, about … Continue reading
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